"Is this... a friend of the Wang Family?"
Jing Yuan's gaze fell onto Wang Zhao, and he asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes! I am Wang Zhao, from the Wang Family," Wang Zhao replied hurriedly.
"So you are the second master of the Wang Family." Jing Yuan's smile grew even brighter, as he said softly, "I know you, I'm friends with Brother Wang. So, in that sense, we're not outsiders."
"That's great! Please, Lord Jing Yuan, on account of Junze, let us go," Wang Zhao's face lit up with joy, quickly following along.
"Who says you're one of us?" With a sneer, before Jing Yuan could reply, Xin cut him off: "You can appear here, so clearly in the depths of the ruins, you lost to my brother, didn't you?"
Hearing Xin's words, Jing Yuan couldn't help but show a trace of admiration in his eyes.
Though trapped here, with just that bit of information, she could deduce the truth. Xin was far trickier than the others.
